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;;;;;
title: What Made The Good Cops Different?
format: md
tags: people, shards, geography, truth
date: 2020-12-15 winter sunset
;;;;;
Although, as men older and wiser than myself have [observed]
(atp://0.0.0.0:0/uh/oh) in the archives, there are few reasons
to increase the rate with which one encounters the enforcement
branches of the public service, I have often, and usually do, as
a matter of policy, disregarded this priority when planning the
path taken in retrospect by the author of the next mind,
resulting in a number of encounters with the local fuzz.
Although the precise documentations in the relevant departments
almost certainly differ, possibly wildly, from the descriptions
that I have listed, my record is sufficiently diffuse that they
can probably serve as mnemonics for either interested party.
```
namer of profession 2014 racketeering sting
claims investigator 2017? stolen tree splint
deliverer of corpus 2018 altercation with
head of corrections 2018 ... pub bouncer
tlv-jaffa detective 2018 ... same incident
tlv-jaffa detective 2019 assault? battery?
tlv-jaffa detective 2020 ... breached peace!
```
Over the next few years, as I see necessary, I will write of
specific commendable actions taken by each officer noted in the
above list; I doubt any of them recall the incidents as anything
other than another day on the job, for they did nothing beyond
what can be expectated of their profession. I avoid writing of
the other extreme, in the hope that I may forget the people,
despite how impossible it seems to forget their actions. I often
avoid writing precise descriptions of the settings, although I'm
aware that the convoluted confluence of unconvicted innocence,
convinced guilt, and inequivalences of architectural practices,
simmering metastable across that paper-fine hyperplane, itches.